The Alpha King’s Love and Redemption

Chapter 1

“That’s utter nonsense,” Alpha Threus hissed.

“It’s what must be done, Alpha. You have to marry the bearer of your heir for it to be recognized as our savior. I know it’s difficult, but this is our reality, and we must face it,” Amagdra insisted, the oldest member of the pack.

“But my fiancée is in a coma! What makes you think I will marry someone else? I can’t betray Morgana like that. This is absurd. You must all be out of your minds!” Threus retorted.

A stern look crossed Seraphine’s face, masking inner turmoil. She stood up, despite personal reluctance. “Alpha, the prophecy dictates this course of action. I’m sure Morgana would understand. Our pack is at—”

“You know nothing!” Threus’ voice boomed, causing Seraphine’s knees to weaken.

“This is madness. Sleeping with this wolfless omega, let alone marrying her, is unbearable. If this is all we have, I’m sorry, but no. I won’t do it,” Threus declared.

“Threus! Can you hear yourself?!” Darenius, his father, stared at him in disbelief. “Are you willing to risk our entire pack for your own sake? Then you don’t deserve this title!”

Alpha Threus’ eyes softened slightly. “But, Dad, Morgana…” His voice faltered.

“Son, I know, but this is a matter of life and death. If you don’t do this, Morgana will suffer too,” Darenius urged.

Silence enveloped the room as the massive door closed after the meeting. Left alone with Threus, Seraphine trembled under his cold stare.

“You’ll be the mother of my heir. Morgana remains my wife. She will always be my wife. Do you understand?” Alpha Threus’ icy gaze pierced through.

“I know that, Alpha. You don’t have to remind me,” Seraphine whispered.

“Prepare yourself. The wedding is tomorrow,” he commanded firmly, dismissing Seraphine.

Like any other young woman, dreams of a joyous wedding filled Seraphine’s mind, but today’s ceremony stood in stark contrast. The pack gathered in the grand hall, faces a mix of hope and sadness. Threus stood tall and resolute, though his eyes betrayed inner turmoil.

Reaching the altar, the officiant began the solemn rites. Threus’s hand trembled as he took hers, and for a moment, his resolve seemed to waver. But then, he straightened, his grip firming as he looked into her eyes.

“I, Alpha Thregan Yusilven Falconer, take you, Seraphine Yvanov, to be the mother of my heir. For the sake of our pack, I make this vow,” Threus declared. His voice was steady but hollow.

Seraphine swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I, Seraphine Yvanov, accept this duty and vow to uphold it.”

“Remember, Seraphine,” he said quietly, his eyes dark with resolve. “This is for the pack. Morgana will always be my true wife.”

“I understand. I won’t forget.” Seraphine’s voice quivered.

With the vows spoken and their fate sealed, they returned to the quiet solitude of their chambers. The weight of the deal hung heavily in the air, each breath a reminder of the duty they had undertaken.

“Let’s do it,” Threus whispered as they went inside their room.

She turned her head to look at Threus. His eyes were tired, but there was a fire in them, a mix of desperation and resolve that matched her own.

At first, she was confused, but slowly, she realized what he meant. “Are you sure?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He gritted his teeth, and in a quick move, he pulled her into him, his grip firm yet tender. She could feel the intensity of his emotions.

“Bear my child. This has to end,” he hissed, his voice raw with determination.

A shiver ran down her spine as she realized the full gravity of his words. That night, she gave him her innocence. The act was filled with a complex blend of regret and necessity, a sacrifice she made willingly for the greater cause.

“What if… Morgana suddenly wakes up?” Seraphine asked as they both stared at the dark ceiling, still gasping for air.

“Then she’s gonna be the one who will bear my heir.”

“What if I get pregnant the same moment she wakes up?”

“Why are you asking these questions all of a sudden? Why does it matter to you? You are here to bear my child. That’s all you should be worrying about, Seraphine.”

“I just can’t help but think about it. I’m sorry. It’s just that…” she sighed heavily. “You’re the first man in my life. Is it wrong if I… want to stay with you? Even if Morgana wakes up?”

The room was enveloped in shadows. The only light came from a faint glow outside the curtained window, making it hard for him to get a glimpse of her emotion.

As he processed her words, slowly, a smirk crept to the corner of his lips.

“You’re falling in love with me? Hmm?” he whispered.

Silence filled the room. The weight of his words settled in the space between them. He could feel the tension, thick and palpable, but still, there was no reply from her.

“We are having s*x because that’s what we’re supposed to do in the first place. If you’re falling in love with me, you should think about it again. After this, once you’ve birthed my heir, you will be gone from my life just like what we had agreed upon.”

Those words stayed in Seraphine’s mind until she fell asleep. The next day, she woke up feeling something strange within her. Despite knowing Threus hated it when she acted like a wife, she felt a desire to cook for him.

“I told you not to do this,” he grimaced as he looked at the food she had prepared.

She smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m doing this as someone who’s bored in her life, not as your wife. Come on. Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

He sighed, but eventually pulled out a chair. They ate in silence. Seraphine watched his reaction. He may not have said anything about the food, but she knew he was satisfied.

“You said you’re bored,” Threus uttered coldly as she started cleaning up the table.

“Yup. Well, it’s bearable. Your mansion is beautiful. I enjoy the scenery around here.”

“What do you wanna do?”

She blinked. “Huh?”

“I said what do you wanna do today, Seraphine? I’m free the whole day.”

“Really? B-But I don’t wanna be a burden—”

“Stop it. I’m bored, too. Might as well spend this day with something entertaining.”

“Well, I was thinking of going to the beach. I kinda miss swimming.”

“Pack our things.”

She smiled.

After preparing their things, just some clothes and finger foods, Seraphine waited for Threus as he went to Morgana. Honestly, the situation was starting to piss her off.

She heaved a sigh of relief when Threus finally showed up.

“Let’s go,” he said as he walked past her.

They drove to the nearest beach.

“Thank you for this, Threus. I really appreciate it,” she whispered as they were on their way.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m doing this for myself. I’m bored and don’t have much to do today. If you think this is some kind of a date, you should stop assuming things.”

Her smile quickly vanished at his cold voice. She tried to ignore the heaviness in her chest and chose not to say a word. That negative feeling somehow disappeared when she finally saw the white sands. She ran to the seashore and laughed like a kid as she let her foot dig into the soft sands.

She removed her clothes, revealing her two-piece lingerie, black lace contrasting starkly against her fair skin. She ran to the cold water and started feeling it.

She glanced at Threus who was busy on his phone. She thought he didn’t have any plans on swimming. She shrugged.

She closed her eyes and let her body float.

Seraphine was enjoying herself when suddenly, she was forcefully stopped by a strong arm snaked around her waist. Catching her breath, she turned to see Threus glaring at her.

“What’s your problem?!” she hissed.

“Are you f*****g insane? You haven’t been moving at all!” His tone was hard.

She blinked. “I was just trying to relax.”

“I thought you were f*****g dead!”

Her lips parted as she saw how frustration filled his eyes.

He shut his eyes as he pushed her. “f**k. Do whatever you want. I don’t f*****g care anyway,” he mumbled before he turned his back.

“Were you… worried?”

He stopped, but he didn’t look at her. “I was worried about my child.”

“I’m not pregnant. Yet. It’s too early to tell.”

“You might be carrying my child by now, Seraphine. I don’t want to complicate things even more. You should be careful from now on.”

She smirked. “You were worried about me,” she concluded.

With annoyance written all over his face, he turned to her. “Why would I be worried about you?”

“Because you care for me? After all, I’m your wife.”

“You’re not my wife,” he gritted his teeth.

“Who’s your wife then? Oh! The one who’s laying on the bed? Not moving at all? Like a dead, cold body?”

She gasped when in a snap, his hand was already wrapped around her throat, squeezing it to death.

“You don’t f*****g say those things about Morgana. She’s not dead. Say another word and you’re gonna be the dead one. Do you understand?” he growled.

His hand squeezed tighter with each passing second. The pressure was relentless, her vision starting to blur at the edges, but she managed to give him a taunting smirk.

“She’s gonna be dead, Threus. It’s just a matter of time now…” she uttered between breaths.

But it seemed that he didn’t understand what she had said. His eyes fell on her lips. Something glistened in his eyes.

“f*****g hell,” he cursed under his breath before he brutally crashed his lips against hers.

She pushed against his chest, but his grip on her neck remained firm. The kiss deepened, and she could feel his breath mingle with hers, hot and ragged.

Finally, he pulled back, his face inches from hers. His eyes bore into her, a storm of emotions swirling within them—anger, frustration, and something else she couldn’t quite place.

“Why’d you do that?” she managed to croak, her voice barely above a whisper.

Threus didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he let his hand slide from her neck to her shoulder, his grip loosening but still firm.

“Because,” he paused. His eyes flicked to her lips once more before meeting her gaze again. “I needed to remind you that no matter how much you taunt me, no matter how much you push, I’ll always have control. But it’s a damn hard thing to keep that control when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you wanted to be f****d. Is that what you want, Seraphine?”

Her cheek flushed. “You’re crazy.”

“You don’t want to, then?”

“Why? Do you wanna f**k me?” she fired back.

“Why not? I need you to get pregnant, anyway, as soon as possible.”

“No. I’m still sore from last night.”

“I can mend it. I can caress it to soothe the soreness if you’d want me to. Let me… lick the soreness away.” His eyes glistened with unadulterated lust.

“Are you horny, Threus?”

“With this f*****g piece of clothing you’re wearing, who wouldn’t be? You look like a w***e. My w***e…” He leaned down, giving her lips feathery, shallow kisses. Her knees turned to jelly under the water.

“I’m not a w***e,” she whispered.

“Okay, you’re not, but let me f**k you here, please…” His voice became raspy.

Before she could even react, his lips were dominating hers. She felt his hard c**k pressed against her stomach, grinding into her.

“f**k. f**k. I shouldn’t be acting like a horny teenager, but you’re too irresistible, Seraphine.”

She moaned when his thick fingers found her p***y, teasing it under the water. She convulsed, eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure intensified with each passing second.

“Oh, god, Seraphine…” he growled desperately as he started thrusting violently.

He stared into her eyes as his lips were hanging open, watching her as he buried his c**k deep inside her.

Seraphine had never thought that she’d be experiencing this kind of public s*x, and she only had one thing in mind: to c*m.

“Yes, yes. Ahh!” she moaned loudly but couldn’t care less. She was desperate to c*m!

“Seraphine, baby…” He licked her ear like some wild beast, hungry for meat.

He buried his nose on her neck as they reached their climax.

“Controlling you is my favorite thing now,” he whispered.

Seraphine swallowed hard and pushed him. A smirk was on his lips.

“What? Control?” she spat back. “You think this is control? Choking me, then f*****g me right after? You’re losing it, Threus.”

His eyes darkened, a flash of anger crossing his face. “Losing it? Maybe I am. You make it impossible for me to think straight.”

“And you hate it, don’t you? You hate that you can’t break me.”

“No, I hate that I don’t want to.” His confession hung in the air, heavy and raw.